A group of people listened happily,

"If you want to say that you were really poor at that time, you couldn't eat enough every day, fourteen or fifteen years ago, well, that is, Boss Lin was still like this at that time, but since then it has been much better, and the agricultural and pastoral areas in the south of the city can keep up, at least it is no longer the time when you hear someone starving to death on the street and your face is expressionless."

The familiar smell of cypress branches and leaves smoking on the charcoal fire made these guys sigh one by one, and the topic of conversation also increased.

As the saying goes, half the size eats the poor old man, the age of the mountain master, even including Lin Chou's age, the deepest impression of childhood is that he is hungry, he is really hungry, he is hungry all the time, so that he has eaten a meal with a little oil and water on a certain day in a certain month and can be effortlessly left in the memory for more than half a lifetime.

Yuan Fatzi, who had just spoken and took the initiative to add to the scene, said with a smile,

"The taste of cypress leaves is out, Boss Lin is going to put bagasse, hey, in fact, we also know a little bit about the skills of this bacon."

Lin Chou spread bagasse all over the place, and the fire turned into a sharp cone shape that suited the occasion, which looked very well with the bamboo yurt.

The green bamboo pole that is very flexible and strong is the thickness of the arm, which is light and easy to disassemble after building a house, but it is definitely a lot of load-bearing, and a few whole pigs are just a little bent over.

"It's almost, if you hang it again, I'm afraid it's going to break if it lasts for a long time."

After being covered with bagasse, the pale blue smoke of the cypress leaves became thicker and thicker, but the color became white, like the mist in a steamer.

"Yo, this smoke is different, I remember that when I smoked it at home, it was all red."

Lin Chou pointed at Yuan Fatzi,

"Oh, what is the purple-red sugarcane he got back, this sugarcane is good."

The sugars in bagasse give the pork a delicate sweet aroma when smoked, and the color will adhere to the pork, giving it a beautiful bronze or brownish-red color.

After being blown by the white smoke for a while, the people on the side felt that licking their lips was sweet.

Yuan Fatzi said,

"Look at this sugar, hey, we used to grow stevia in the alley, and it was fast to smoke the pig thief with stevia straw, but it was colorless, and it was so sweet."

Unprocessed sugarcane juice is actually reddish-brown, not as pure as purified sugar, but more natural and unique.

Therefore, Mingguang people never boil sugar and smoke, even if sugar is easier to taste, but insist on using the ancient way of bagasse.

Lin Chou carefully adjusted the height of the smoked pig's hanging, which was huge in size and needed to be warmer and longer.

The fire in the middle cannot be broken, and if it is broken, there will be faults and overlaps in the doneness of the pork, which will affect the taste of the final product.

According to the size of the pig, the smoking time is generally 7~28 days, and the door and air window of the shed must be sealed at the end of the smoking, and the smoked pig will be given the last high-temperature sauna.

The black mountain wild boars selected by Lin Chou are all relatively small in size, and the large ones are untied and dissolved into separate elbows, rib fans, and so on.

Calculate the time,

"If it's fast, you can eat it in more than ten hours~"

Smoked pig is not bacon, it is ready to eat after it is made, and it tastes best when it is piping hot when it is just taken off the smoker rack.

Sweetness and fatiness are no less popular than a popular taste for the palatable empire of big foodies — the famous pheasant rolls, for example, were a loyal female fan before the cataclysm.

Yuan Fat Man said happily,

"I can afford to wait, I just rubbed it before the four walls in the morning, and I looked at the back of the shackle quite well, it looks like a fat but not greasy look, give me the same hehe."

Lin Chou waved his hand,

"In the morning, cut which piece in the photo, pick up the place where it falls, and eat it well."

Black Mountain wild boar is a popular ingredient, and Lin Chou is happy to help the big guy recall the taste of childhood.

Besides, this shed has already been erected, how can you smoke only three or five pigs?

Huang Dashan knocked on the table,

"Eh, what about now, you can't let the big guys just watch it, just eat a chicken in a pot of meat~"

When the queen arrived, the mountain master was no longer the guy who had to break his fingers to calculate carefully or beg for nothing, he was very swollen and very urine.

Lin Chou rolled his eyes and was about to taunt two sentences, when he suddenly slapped his head,

"I'll knock, if you don't say I'll forget, Lord Shan, go and pick off those pheasants hanging on the coconut tree for me!"

All:???

What pheasant, when I planted the tree before, I didn't see any pheasant or pheasant.

Lin Chou scratched his head and said,

"I thought they were so noisy that I tucked my head under my wings, and I don't know if I suffocated to death."

Huang Dashan ran up the tree and searched for a long time, and finally slipped down a bunch of pheasants that were conveniently hung in the crown of a certain coconut tree by Lin Moumou, I have to say that their vitality has been very tenacious, and only two of the eighteen half-sized pheasants died.

Huang Dashan weighed the weight of a string of pheasants in his hand,

"No, it's so light, then this thing is too unweighable, it looks pretty bossy~"

Lin Chou said,

"It's all three- or four-month-old chicks, and it's pretty good to grow so heavy, and they look big because of their vigorous hair."

As he spoke, he also glanced at the bald head of the mountain master.

Huang Dashan: Get out!!

Lin Chou took the pheasants, made a knife cut on their necks and threw them aside to let them flutter on their own.

However, the young pheasants, who were in a state of lack of oxygen and hung upside down from the trees all day, did not have the slightest strength to struggle and escape, and their weak convulsions could only hasten the arrival of death.

A human tragedy.

“......”

In the face of this understatement of death, everyone always feels that there is something wrong and can't say anything - we still seem to vaguely remember that this product is actually just a cook?

Lin Chou said,

"These are all authentic 'little pheasants walking on the ground', and no one is willing to give you these young chicks that are not yet adults."

In fact, most of the pheasants are very thin, and it can only be said that the two that Lin Chou met in the sinkhole before were completely outliers among the chickens, especially this kind of three, four, or five month-old pheasants, who were still malnourished and had time to accumulate fat.

The thicker the skin, the fatter the pheasant is, and the more tender it will be - because you will hardly see that shaped, bright yellow fat in the body of any non-captive-bred pheasant.

Everyone is wondering what kind of dish can be made into such a big pheasant, I'm afraid that after roasting, it won't be much bigger than a pigeon, right?

Lin Chou said with a smile,

"You eat first, I'll go and prepare it, and by the way, I'll fade the feathers of these chickens."

Huang Dashan gave Lin Chou a look,

"New dishes, don't you call the voice of the blind old man?"